The Last Marauder

I had no idea that this is how it would end.

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I read, to my horror, the Daily Prophet, as I learned that James, you and Lily were killed.

Do you guys know that I still own that very paper?

As our leader, you were always daring, and when I heard of your death, James, I was lost.  Lost like a little puppy who had lost his way.

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Peter.  Peter, Peter, Peter.  You were always so timid and submissive; clinging to the three of us like you would be sucked into a black hole if you didn't.

What you did was cowardly, throwing your friend, who had accepted and protected you, in jail.

I cannot forgive you for that.  Nor can I forgive you for joining the Dark Lord, then come slinking back that night at the Shrieking Shack, with you, me, Sirius, Harry, Hermione and Ron.

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I even watched the muggle news, when Sirius, you were accused of blowing up that street, and dragged, (kicking and screaming, I'm sure), all the way to Azkaban, or should I say, Hell on Earth.

You didn't deserve that, and I still don't understand how you could look so sunken and dead, but still be so alive.

Then to see you taken by death, just a few feet in front of me, I knew then, that I had nothing.

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But even through your achievements and mistakes, you are still my friends.  I will never forget the times we had together, Prongs, Padfoot, Wormtail.  You studied harder and even broke the law to befriend me while I transformed every month.  Before you, I had no one who would accept me for the monster I was.  Still am.  It will be harder without you guys there to make me laugh, comfort me when I cry and suffer.

Thank you for all the good times, guys.

You three don't know how much I appreciate everything.

You guys were everything to me.

And you always will be everything to me.

I will never forget.

Even if I am the last Marauder.

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Review if you want to, I don't really care, but I just had to get this out there. ~ C. P. ~